Page 97 of Snatched
He breaks the kiss just barely, our breaths mingling, a tantalizing dance of need and excitement. “Tell me to stop,” he whispers, his tone husky and raw.
“Why, in any universe, would I do that at this point?” I breathe back, my heart racing, every part of me aching for more.
He looks at me like he’s trying desperately to be responsible… and failing spectacularly. “Goddamn,” he says again, voice rough, “you’re gonna ruin me.”
I smile, letting the heat of the moment engulf me. “Good.”
He laughs, one soft, disbelieving exhale, then wraps an arm under my legs and lifts me effortlessly. I gasp, hands gripping his shoulders, feeling the strength in his muscles as he holds me close.
“Which round is this?” he murmurs, a wicked glint in his eyes.
“Round whatever…” I kiss him once more, slow and certain. “I’m losing count.”
With that, he positions me on the bed, setting me down with a gentle push before settling between my legs. The softness beneath me contrasts with the hardness of the man’s muscles as he leans in, his mouth capturing mine again, this kiss deep and demanding.
As our mouths move together, his hands explore, sliding down my sides, savoring every curve. I can feel the hard planes of his body pressing against mine, and, yes—the thought of how much bigger he is than my ex—sends a thrill through me.
He rubs the outside of my wetness with his hard tip. Deliciously teasing me.
“Colt,” I whisper, the need in my voice undeniable.
He pulls back slightly, eyes burning into mine. “You want it?” he asks, his voice thick with desire.
“Yes,” I say, my heart racing in anticipation.
He grins, the kind of grin that promises mischief, then positions himself at my entrance, teasingly pressing against me. “You sure?” he challenges, and I nod, biting my lip, excitement coursing through me.
With a swift, deep thrust, he fills me completely.
“Ohh, fuck, baby.”
I gasp, the sensation overwhelming. He feels better, more intense than anything I’ve experienced before, stretching me, claiming me. My body instinctively arches into him, craving more.
“Jesus, Elena,” he breathes, thrusting again, harder this time, and I moan, the sound echoing throughout the room.
He sets a rhythm, powerful and commanding, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through me. Every time he drives into me, it feels like he’s hitting a spot I didn’t even know existed, igniting flames of ecstasy that build higher and higher.
“Tell me how it feels,” he demands, his voice a mix of desperation and need.
“It feels…incredible,” I gasp, my fingers digging into his arms, feeling the muscles flex beneath my touch. “So much bigger than my ex.”
He lets out a deep, primal groan at my words, his pace quickening, pushing me closer to the edge. “Good. I want you to remember this. You’re mine now.”
With each thrust, he captures my breath, his body moving with an intensity that leaves me breathless. I can feel the tension coiling tighter, ready to snap, and I know I’m close.
“Colt, I’m?—”
“Let go, Elena,” he growls, his breath hot against my skin. “I want to feel you fall apart for me again. Let out those last two years.”
And with that, I shatter, waves of pleasure crashing over me as I cry out his name, my body arching beneath him. As I ride the crest of my climax, I feel him shift, his urgency increasing.
“Where do you want it?” he growls.
“Anywhere,” I moan.
“Open your mouth for me,” he murmurs, and I obey, anticipation coursing through me. Standing up on the bed, he guides me to my knees.
“Finish me off with your mouth.”
